By Moscatello, Blake April 19, 2012

A few years ago, I worked as a hip-hop DJ at a nightclub in Illinois. I always tried to please the crowd, so when a girl came to my DJ booth and asked me to play some Feist, I did, though at that point in my life, I had no idea who Feist was. And I was seven drinks into my set, so I really didn't really care much, either. Feist. Sounded badass enough. I had the... More >>>